Sex Toy Story Novels & Stories

he whispered. She smiled and sat up on the bed, he helped her undress, she will help him then, she unbuckled his belt, clicked open the strap on his jeans, unzipped it then inserted her hand in his underwear, she touched him, he was so hard and ready and she loves his size, can't wait to feel him inside her.

Their pleasure immediately becoming known in their tracksuit bottoms. The boys stood there shell shocked, glued to the spot. Unsure what to make of my offer. Unwilling to be first. I just stood watching, certain that the tension would break, which it eventually did. The boy holding the sex doll began to strip. He did so quickly as he was clearly eager, drunk and horny. He was a skinny, bony, runt of a man. There was barely any fat on him there certainly wasn’t any muscle. His skin was pale and pasty with only small patches of hair on his chest. His ass was small and almost non existent. Maybe it was just a visual trick due to his small body frame but he did appear to have a gigantic cock. De

“I told you to be quiet.” I heard him move, the familiar slide of the toy box being dragged out from under the bed. Clinton had gifted it to me on my last birthday — every filthy toy a girl like me could need. Floggers, paddles, plugs, vibrators, blindfolds, ropes, lubricants… Something cool and wet drizzled over my sore ass and between my cheeks. Pedro’s thick fingers rubbed the lotion into my anus, pressing one digit inside, then two, stretching me open.

"Daddy needs to come. Open your pretty legs wide." Ursula does as she's told, her eyes blind, tits heaving. Have to bring her with me. "Now, remember. Daddy just couldn't take it anymore." I thrust deep as I can and begin to shudder, allowing the liquid seed to shoot up my cock. So good. So good. Jesus Christ. "This is all because of your teasing, brat," I grit out, unimaginable pleasure wracking me. Owning me. "You made me do this."

I felt like it was the only way out for me. "Sex toys are instruments of two P's, Alicia. Do you know what they are? Pleasure and pain. You have to go through pain to show that you are sorry, your pain is the needed remorse, not your apology. If you are lucky, you might get the pleasure. Take this!" He handed a big dildo to me and leaned back in his seat.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

He looked at me, steadying his grip while he kept thrusting and grinding at the same time. "Good girl." Soon enough, he pulled out while staring at me. "That would be rated a 2 over 10. It was good." I sat up, changing the bed back to the couch it was. I was a little bit embarrassed as my face flushed with an unusual excitement. I was still trying to catch my breath as I cleaned the sweat that trickled down my neck. "Here," he handed me a strange-looking toy while he stared right at me. "It's a gift." He smiled while he used his other hand to pick up a remote. "Try putting it into your thong; it works better than my tongue."

I just know he would be so rough with me that my body would wear his mark for days. I don't care if Kyle would see it. “Hmm, Ryder…” I whimper his name and throw off my blanket. I am already so wet and hot. My legs are shaking as I run to the bathroom to find my hidden stash of sex toys, my companions when my boyfriend is done with his ritual-like sex. I run my fingers over the toys, dildos of all different sizes, vibrators of different shapes, even a plug that I have never used before. After all, my boyfriend is obsessed with fucking me with a condom on.

The thrill of our evolving friendship, the cabin’s isolation, pulsed through me, my clit—my mind’s playful twist—throbbing despite the exhaustion, a sign of the insatiable desire we’d unleashed. Jake rose, his lean frame casting a shadow over me, his brown hair tousled with sweat. “Let’s heat it up,” he said, his voice a low command, guiding me to a plush rug near the hearth, the fire’s warmth a constant embrace. He retrieved a small chest from under the couch, unveiling a collection of toys—vibrators, a larger dildo, and a double-ended strap-on—laying them beside us like secrets shared. His confidence, tempered by our years of trust, was a dance I yearned to deepen.